What made me think of this today I know not; this dream, feverish as it was.
Tag: morbid
The Death of Man – A Poem
It's only when reading back over my work that I realise how despondent it can be. It's not my intention; I write in a free-flowing stream of thought and emotion. Evidently I have strong feelings about the state of the world in which we live...
The Terror – A Poem
Ah, my favourite piece of history; the ill-fated Franklin expedition of 1843, the last great voyage into the unknown, at least until the 1960's. I've always been obsessed with this particular event, partly due to the mystery surrounding it, partly due to AMC's dramatisation.
A Ballad for the Bloody Wolf – Nearly there
High up on a mountain, far to the North, lies a castle; Drachenzahn. For as long as anyone can remember, Drachenzahn and its residents have watched over the quiet, snowy village of Berges, providing employment and safety. Drachenzahn, however, is hiding something...
The Sand Shed: A Poem
A poem about loved ones lost, fond memories and my own time running out. I'd say enjoy, but it's not that kind of poem. Reflect, rather...
Wolf: And Hell She Would go Through
As I've mentioned in past posts, the protagonist of my current work is (and much to my own sorrow) subjected to a grueling ordeal. Nothing worth doing was ever easy, my Father once said; for Elke Wolf, nothing would be easy, nothing at all.
The Wolf That Lived: A Poem
I weep, but not for me Flesh and bone, flesh and bone Turn my sorrow into lead Pull salt from sea Rip cloud from sky I'll tear it all asunder Moon is rising Light is fading Blood is spilling Revenge is my name Daughter of the damned Do you hear my howl? Do you see … Continue reading The Wolf That Lived: A Poem
Elke Wolf: The Horror
Oh, Elke. Were you tangible, were you as real as the reader, as real as me who wrote you, I wonder what you’d say having read your unwarranted biography? Would you be satisfied with its ending? Would you keep going knowing what you must go through, what you must endure to reach the end? If our own life stories were available in local libraries to be read at our leisure, would we? Is life kept interesting by not knowing what comes next?
How To Summon Santa
Another short one today, this time about a young, Cthulhu-obsessed girl who purchases an ancient tome online with the intention of summoning Santa Claus. However, what she actually summons couldn't be further from St. Nick!
Last Man Standing
A contender I had written for another short story competition. It takes place in the immediate aftermath of a large 15th century battle -- two enemies remain in the wake of 20,000 fallen soldiers; Ruelle De Saincourt and Vernon Valcante.
AJ Carney 